Compared to Qiekafu, the other Truth Society Wizards around him were not much better off.
Under the blue light's attack, they were injured one after another. The stronger they were, the more magic power they had in their magic sources, and the more intense their mana fluctuations, the more severely they were hurt.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Cries of pain rang out without end. Looking around, there was no such thing as the worst off—only worse.
The luckier Wizards, like Qiekafu, were merely coughing up blood.
The unluckier ones suffered shattered magic sources, and some part of their bodies would explode with a "bang"—at best, leaving a fist-sized bloody hole; at worst, blowing away half their bodies entirely.
The most unfortunate were the people who had come from afar to provide support and risen into the air above the square. Their idea had been sound: they had intended to stop Richard from breaking out through the air. But when the blue light suddenly struck, it turned into a tragedy. The spells keeping them aloft failed, they themselves were badly wounded, and before they could react, they fell screaming from the sky.
"Ah—splat!"
Their shrill, drawn-out cries ended their lives in a hurry, leaving behind not even intact corpses, half-corpses... not even one-tenth of a corpse.
After all, though they had not been floating terribly high, they certainly had not been low either. Most had been several hundred meters up, equivalent to jumping from a hundred-story building on Earth. To the eye, the scene resembled tomatoes falling one after another, too dreadful to behold.
In short, after the blue light swept through, it took only an extremely brief time to completely change the situation on the ground in Pompeii Town.
Originally, it had been the incomparably weakened Richard alone against hundreds, even